Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire - Chapter 71



＜ Evolution Tageop ＞

“what?! Writer Hanslo Jin is sick?!”

“I hear you are on the brink of death due to illness?”

“It’s not that he’s wandering between life and death, there are even rumors that he’s dead!”

“Nonsense!! Damn, how could this happen!!”

Hanslo Jin is sick.

As the news spread, London was forced to panic.

It’s similar to when Sherlock Holmes died, but a little different.

Yes, while there was a ‘subject’ to ask for back then, there is no such thing now.

Above all, the death of the character in the novel and the change of the writer were inevitably different.

Even the revealed fact is simply the content of ‘sickness’.

And that inflated anxiety came out as all sorts of fake news. The lack of available information makes it impossible to make reasonable predictions.

Anyway, in the midst of that, they had no choice but to realize.

“Wait, I’m currently serializing… in ＜Peter Perry＞, ＜Vincent Villiers＞ and ＜Dawnbringer＞…”

“Even if they were co-authored, ＜King Arthur and the Knight of Mathematics＞ and ＜Guarding Little Kevin’s House＞, which is currently popular in the western colonies (USA), also have his name on them.”

“what? Then, a total of 5 works are being serialized? Is that one of those weekly serials?”

“hmm······.”

I mean Hanslo Jin’s ‘objective’ situation.

“Well, it was impossible to serialize so many works at once. Has there ever been such a writer? Isn’t that really dangerous?”

“It will be fine. If it really hurts that much, how could the publisher be so calm? Let’s wait and see.”

There were some who stabilized their mind and body in this way and went back to work, but the majority of them responded differently.

It was just a concern about the work.

‘＜Peter Perry＞ will be completed. Aside from that, what about the sequel?’

‘If you collapse and can’t use it, then what about ＜Vincent Villiers＞ and ＜Dawnbringer＞ series? What’s going on?’

‘oh my god! I didn’t want anything like this! I just wanted to read more ＜Peter Perry＞…!’

People harbor fear about the unknown future, and that fear becomes anxiety, and anxiety eats up leisure.

As the ‘Peter Perry Anti-Complete Protest Coalition’ collapsed, they gradually attempted to evade responsibility amidst anxiety.

“This, it’s all because of you Sherlockian bastards!”

“What bullsh*t is that!?”

And, since the evasion was done in the easiest and fastest way for everyone. It is none other than ‘someone else’s fault’.

“What did you say wrong! When only ＜Peter Perry＞ and ＜Vincent Villiers＞ were serialized, this never happened! You Sherlockians keep not buying ＜Strand Magazine＞, so isn’t George Nums clinging to Hanslo Jean!”

“Why is it because of us!! It’s only natural that companies that sell products that don’t meet their customers’ needs go bankrupt!! Also, you guys enjoyed watching ＜Dawnbringer＞, so are you saying something else now!!”

Regardless of the genre, fighting among fandoms in the same industry is a daily routine. Hansleyan and Sherlockian were not very different.

In the first place, the two were like water and oil, and after ＜Dawnbringer＞ was serialized in ＜Strand Magazine＞, it seemed to be sealed to some extent, but the bomb called ‘Hanslo Jin’s disease’ made a crack.

“War! You guys don’t know!!”

Fortunately, it did not lead to any real violence, as Scotland Yard and a suspiciously well-informed, chief-of-police naval officer were lurking on both sides.

Anyway, they broke up with worry and anxiety at the same time.

In the meantime, ＜Strand Magazine＞ published a new feature of the ＜Sherlock Holmes＞ series, ＜Valley of Fear＞, and the atmosphere was a little relaxed, but that and this are a separate story.

Everyone started to do their own thing, hoping for follow-up reports on Hanslo Jin.

And in the meantime.

The center of all these flat wind waves, Hanslo Jineun.

***

“Huh, I really thought I was going to die.”

under the warm sun. I was sunbathing overlooking the clear lake.

What kind of weather is this?

It is said that people lack vitamin D if they do not sunbathe in moderation. You cannot get rickets at this time when there are no nutritional supplements yet.

Of course, it’s not that big of a deal, but… to the extent that it’s being talked about extensively in the newspapers. how about me too? My conscience stings.

But it’s not even a lie.

If the life that squeezes the brain cells continues, chronic headaches come, neck or waist discs, tendinitis come, and you can’t really lie down or sit.

It’s not for nothing that many artists hear the term ‘general hospital’.

And besides… Originally, a creature called a writer feels ‘colic’ in his head every time he writes.

“Writers are people too, people!”

In the first place, daily serialization is a problem.

Since this floor is a coliseum where the unlimited competition system for freelance self-employed people is open, there is no limit.

While serialized in Hyundai, how many days without weekends were there?

“······What are you talking about? Aren’t you a weekly serial, a daily serial?”

“No, that’s what it says.”

Of course, this doesn’t mean that this happened because of him.

But, think for a moment.

Men with wide-eyed eyes and shaggy beards sticking their arms out, burning huge wooden puppets in front of them, are marching through the streets.

As if the next thing to hang on to is you!

Who wouldn’t run away from this? Did you feel the real danger to your life?

“So the conclusion you came to is… feigning illness?”

“Even if that’s not the case, there has been a lot of work lately. I was tired too. If you don’t catch your breath, burnout will come.”

“Bun… what? what else is that?”

Besides, I went into emergency work several times to deal with unexpected future situations or to deal with the popularity of Kevin in America.

This means that you have to clear your head slightly.

That’s why, I love my home. He had fled to the countryside of Torquay, Devon.

It is truly a mysterious evasive maneuvering tactic by a sergeant of the Republic of Korea Army, who caught the smell of a spanking officer like a ghost and hid. Big hum. Big hum.

“……Huh, anyway.”

When the air is clear, the mood is also clear.

After all, the air in London is so bad. My throat feels a bit stuffy these days.

“Well, don’t worry, I’ll be back soon after taking a break.”

“Umm… if you’re like that, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Also Mr. Miller. You are serious about the welfare of your employees.

“And Bonnie Miller, I haven’t been paying attention lately, but how about your day job?”

“You could already be a writer by day.”

Mr. Miller shook his head with a bitter smile and muttered for a while.

“Hmm, if you’re talking about art dealers, there hasn’t been much change since I bought the Japanese painting. It was just a small transaction. Oh, was it the Munch you claimed? Yes, I bought an additional painting of that man. Just like you said, it went up quickly.”

“I’m glad, that is.”

I said so sincerely.

Ever since I learned that Mr. Miller is the father of ‘that’ Agatha Christie, I’ve been keeping a close eye on Mr. Miller’s health and business.

As Mrs. Margaret Miller said, you never know when and where your business may go down.

“By the way, what about ＜Dawnbringer＞ and ＜Vincent Villiers＞? Are the two of you planning to take a break?”

“No, you will continue to publish it under the pretext of stockpile stockpiled before you get sick.”

In fact, I had accumulated quite a bit of it.

In a way, this is Mr. Bentley’s rope. No, to be honest, it’s true that I’m worried that I won’t know what will happen if I go on a dive as it is when I look at that ‘regiment against consummation’ or something…

No matter how much he was tied up as a scapegoat, he really shouldn’t be reduced to ashes as a burnt offering.

I honestly can’t fathom how angry the readers are, but I have no intention of stopping the series anyway. I just want you to somehow calm down while taking a little time.

and in between

“Whoops, my new work is perfect! It is the return of the king while leaving.”

This is my perfect master plan.

“What is the master plan?”

I chewed on the cucumber sandwich, letting Mr. Miller’s bruise go down one ear.

Okay. I’m not a drunk driving or drug addict.

As long as you’re a writer, you just have to repay your fans with good works.

***

“Yes, so you’re saying there’s no major problem with your health?”

“Yes, according to the report of the people next to him, he looks a little pale because he is tired, but he doesn’t have any major problems with his movement.”

“Whew…”

Buckingham Palace, the audience room located inside it.

The owner of the place unknowingly let out a deep sigh of relief.

And soon, reminding me of that face, I started drinking the tea in the cup.

widely!

The moment the glass went up on the ivory table. An intense light shot from deep within her eyes.

‘This, this… the damned chinky…’

How on earth does this damn guy need to shock this old man to be satisfied?

She gnashed her teeth as she felt the fire burning deep within her heart.

No, of course, she already knew about the protest solidarity against the completion of ＜Peter Perry＞ as a spy.

Still, the reason why he didn’t stop it was probably because he sympathized with them on the other hand.

However, I didn’t know it would be so intense.

If only the working class had gathered, she would have taken some measures in advance.

However, there were really various layers of people gathered there. Truly bourgeois, no, from nobles with titles to day laborers.

Common sense is that there are people who enjoy polo and rugby noblely, so I thought there would be a self-cleaning action in the middle, but to think that they were sympathetic and made a hideous scarecrow together and burned it.

What kind of barbaric act is this? It was an outrage she could never have imagined.

“Anyway, so you said Devon for the time being?”

“Yes, it is very rural, so it is impossible to approach, but according to the story I heard while waiting in the city, they are not coming out of the mansion.”

“Hmm…”

That’s right.

Victoria raised her nails and knocked on the table.

If it keeps not coming out of the mansion, isn’t there an unknown disease here? For a moment, thoughts come to my mind.

“I get it. Keep an eye on it.”

“yes. Me, and actually Arthur Conan Doyle and George Bernard Shaw—”

“Hoo.”

Normally, just hearing the names of such disrespectful people would have sent the police.

“It will be fine. Keep an eye on it.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Aside from George Bernard Shaw, Arthur Conan Doyle is trustworthy.

You just have to watch the people fighting behind the scenes.

‘Is this what popcorn is all about?’

Remembering what Vincent, the main character of Vincent Villiers, said intermittently, Victoria smiled hotly.